She thought Judith was in earnest about the tethering.
Judith was generally so terribly in earnest in all she said.
"Perhaps it is because he has no other employment that he invents
so many unheard-of things. If he had anything to occupy himself with--
perhaps if we sent him to school--"
"He's too young to go to school. Father always said that no
child should go to school until it was seven, and I don't mean
Lionel Hezekiah shall. Well, I'm going to take a pail of hot
water and a brush, and see what I can do to that henhouse door.
I've got my afternoon's work cut out for me."
Judith stood Salome's crutch up beside her, and departed to purify
the henhouse door. As soon as she was safely out of the way, Salome took
her crutch, and limped slowly and painfully to the foot of the stairs.
She could not go up and comfort Lionel Hezekiah as she yearned to do,
which was the reason Judith had sent him up-stairs. Salome had not been
up-stairs for fifteen years. Neither did she dare to call him out on
the landing, lest Judith return. Besides, of course he must be punished;
he had been very naughty.
"But I wish I could smuggle a bit of supper up to him,"
she mused, sitting down on the lowest step and listening.
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